Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.